Love, yes. Word known to all men.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.

Life is too short to read a bad book.

Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.